Dragon God Supreme

”A life for a Holy Artifact? Where am I supposed to find so many Holy Artifacts for you?”

As soon as Feng Wuchen said this, Zhu Sha couldn’t help but roar with anger, feeling a bit regretful for threatening Feng Wuchen.

One life for a Holy Artifact, eighteen lives would mean eighteen Holy Artifacts.

”This is simply extortion!” Zhu Kong snarled gloomily, his fists clenching so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Feng Wuchen directly ignored Zhu Kong’s words.

”That’s your problem, not mine. You can also choose not to give. I’m not forcing you. If you don’t want to trade, then leave. Dantong, kill them all, let everyone in the Seven Divine Realms know the consequences of intruding into the Dragon God Palace.” Feng Wuchen shrugged, acting nonchalant.

But did Zhu Sha dare not to give?

Zhu Sha was so furious that his insides churned, but he had no choice. He really couldn’t abandon the four Transcendent Saint powerhouses of the Demon Clan.

”Go back and get the Holy Artifacts!” Resisting the urge to kill Feng Wuchen five hundred times over, Zhu Sha ordered Huitian.

Huitian smiled bitterly in his heart; where would the Great Archon Temple get so many Holy Artifacts? But Huitian still obediently went back to fetch them.

Bring out as many as there are.

Upon hearing Zhu Sha’s words, Feng Wuchen couldn’t help but feel overjoyed in his heart.

”Brother Feng, well done, a Holy Artifact for a life, that’s really something.” Dantong said with a happy smile.

Feng Wuchen spread his hands, smiling, ”I’ve said it countless times, the powerhouses of the Holy Realm haven’t even arrived yet, yet they insist on causing trouble at the Dragon God Palace, relying on Holy Realm powerhouses to pressure me. They haven’t even arrived, but they’re already hopelessly foolish.”

”Haha!” Dantong couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Zhu Sha and the others were all red with anger, their faces twisted, but they couldn’t refute.

Soon, Huitian returned, his expression unnatural, respectfully saying, ”My lord, there are only... only eight...”

Hearing Huitian’s words, the four Transcendent Saint powerhouses like Zhulin all breathed a sigh of relief, but the others panicked.

There were eighteen of them, but with only eight Holy Artifacts, the remaining ten would have to die!

”The ones you have on you will do as well; I won’t be picky, as long as they’re Holy Artifacts.” Before Zhu Sha could speak, Feng Wuchen had already spoken up.

As soon as Feng Wuchen said this, Zhu Sha was so angry he nearly spat old blood.

”My lord...” Huitian hesitantly looked at the enraged Zhu Sha.

”Give them to him!” Zhu Sha growled, feeling like his blood was flowing in reverse and his bulging veins were throbbing.

Huitian waved his hand, and the eight Holy Artifacts flew towards Feng Wuchen.

”What about the others? Not planning to trade?” Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

Zhu Sha wished he could chop Feng Wuchen into pieces and feed him to the dogs!

”Choose for yourselves, you can only pick eight, and then get lost.” Feng Wuchen grinned, having just come out of seclusion and already earning eight Holy Artifacts.

”Zhu Sha, just give up on the Main God Clan people.” Zhumie said softly, as they really couldn’t produce any more Holy Artifacts.

”Great Main God, don’t abandon us, please save us!” A terrified Eight-star Main God begged for mercy.

”My lord, save us! Don’t leave us behind!” The other Main God powerhouses also pleaded desperately.

Zhu Sha had a grim face and said nothing, secretly determined to make Feng Wuchen pay a hundredfold price.

Zhu Kong and the other Transcendent Saint powerhouses were also fuming, but they couldn’t do anything to Feng Wuchen. They had already witnessed Dantong’s terrifying power just now.

After Zhu Sha selected eight people, he left with the Demon Clan powerhouses, leaving behind ten desperate Main God powerhouses. They never expected that, being part of the Demon Clan and dedicating themselves wholeheartedly to it, they would ultimately be abandoned without mercy.

In a world where strength is paramount, the weak are always the ones to be abandoned.

”How does it feel to be abandoned?” Feng Wuchen asked with a faint smile.

”Lord Feng, have mercy, we were only following orders, please be lenient and spare us.” The ten Main God powerhouses kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

Feng Wuchen casually smiled, ”You’ve already been abandoned by the Demon Clan, and offending me won’t end well for you. You should be very clear about that; no one will stand up for you now.”

”Brother Feng, what are you planning to do?” Dantong raised an eyebrow, he had never seen Feng Wuchen waste so many words dealing with enemies.

”Lord Feng, as long as you spare us, we’re willing to do anything. We’ve been abandoned by the Demon Clan; dying like this would be too unsatisfying.” An Eight-star Main God gritted his teeth, feeling a strong resentment towards Zhu Sha and the Demon Clan.

”We fought tirelessly for the Demon Clan, and this is the end we meet. We are unwilling to accept this, please give us a chance, Lord Feng, we are willing to follow you!” Another Main God powerhouse said unwillingly.

The Eight-star Main God powerhouse continued, ”Lord Feng, Su Yuan is still alive.”

”Su Yuan is still alive?” Feng Wuchen asked, frowning.

”Yes, he is imprisoned by War Without Limits.” The man nodded.

”There is still a chance; it depends on how well you seize it.” Feng Wuchen said with a faint smile, lightly patting the shoulder of the Eight-star Main God man.

As soon as these words were spoken, the ten Main God powerhouses instantly felt hopeful, like seeing a lifeline.

Understanding Feng Wuchen’s implication, the Eight-star Main God hurriedly said, ”Lord Feng, whatever you want us to do, we will do our utmost, without hesitation.”

”If you want to live, you can. Go to the Star Soul Realm as members of the Demon Clan, and secretly monitor the movements of the major forces. The Divine Fire is about to emerge, and many major forces must have taken note, with even several powerhouses already heading to the Star Soul Realm, the Dragon God Palace already has agents in the Star Soul Realm, and Zuo Tianchen is there, protecting them in secret.” Feng Wuchen instructed.

”Yes!” The ten Main God powerhouses replied respectfully.

”You must understand, the fact that you can survive is a mercy from me. Do not forget that I can also be very ruthless. Go now.” Feng Wuchen said calmly.

The ten Main God powerhouses trembled and, after taking respectful orders, immediately disappeared.

Feng Wuchen never intended to kill them, but seeing their eyes full of resentment towards the Demon Clan, he decided to bring them over—first, to strengthen the Dragon God Palace, and second, to secretly assist Zhang Junlan and the others.

”Brother Feng, do you trust them so much?” After the ten powerhouses left, Dantong asked.

Feng Wuchen shook his head and said, ”It’s not about trust; I just have a feeling that things are not that simple, but I can’t explain it.”

”Are you referring to the Divine Fire?” Dantong asked with a slight frown.

Feng Wuchen nodded and said, ”The Divine Fire is about to emerge, but why hasn’t there been any commotion in the past half month? The news brought back by little Zhang says that great powerhouses from various realms, as well as many Loose Cultivators, have all gone to the Star Soul Realm. I have a bad premonition.”

”Brother Feng, let’s not overthink it for now. Once the Holy Realm powerhouses descend, a battle will be unavoidable. For now, let’s consider how to handle that battle.” Dantong said seriously.

”How long do you think it will be?” Feng Wuchen asked, looking at Dantong.

”The Demon Clan’s deceased powerhouses have already been resurrected; the Holy Realm powerhouses should arrive within half a month.” Dantong said gravely.

”Let’s go to the Main God Temple; it’s been a long time since I last visited.” Feng Wuchen said with a relaxed smile.